I’ve been busy the past few days because first I was trying to keep Kiowa, the runt of the litter, alive. The little fellow was smaller than my hand from my fingertips to the heel of my palm, but he gave it one hell of a fight. He made it for a little under a day and a half, but
I was not able to get puppy supplement the first day, or get to the store to get what I would have needed to make some at home, and
the little fellow just was not ready to come into the world even with my efforts to get milk for him from his mother.
Little Ki died early yesterday morning, but being the middle of winter I can not bury him. Instead I have placed him in a safe place in the shed and in the spring, when I can dig in the ground, I will bury him with my dad’s old springer spaniel and my two childhood dogs out in the backside of the garden. After Ki is buried there I intend to begin construction on one hell of a huge fricking concrete waterfall structure to be certain that no one ever disturbs any of their graves.
